Blinded by Pixie Dust
Nothing describes my Disneyland vacation quite as well as my bed. We were upgraded to a suite, and it was a lovely suite. My part, that I shared with Ally, was a princess room. It even had a vanity and it was beautiful. (I'll see if I can upload the video in a bit.) The bed is the perfect reflection, because it was beautiful, but once the covers were pealed off it was revealed as the cheap junk it truly is.
Disneyland has changed since I was a child. It is cheaper, sleazier, and less fun. There were no characters walking around the parks. I had to wait in an hour line to get a cheap photo with three of the Princesses. One issue that I had was that I really wanted a picture with Belle, but Ally and Jake were next to her so I didn't even get the shot I wanted. You only have one picture with each of them. Ariel was the only nice one and the only one to stay in character.
The guy on the jungle cruise had a huge purple hickey on his neck that he didn't even try to hide. It was horrible. I only hope that the children didn't notice. We got trampled several times. People really need to learn some manners. The food was absolutely dreadful. The lines were insane. Poor Jake was scared of almost every ride, which meant that I went on It's a Small World like ten times. I swear all we did was wait in line and get stuck in crowds. I didn't even get to take any pictures that I wanted or go on the rides I wanted to go on.
It was so weird going there when everyone working there is about your age. There were some pretty cute guys, not that I did anything about it. The monorail only worked part of the time, so my legs are killing me. The bed had a groody blanket on it and felt like a pile of bricks with a sheet on it, which was horrid for me, who feels everything. There were some younger, like a year or two, people than me running through the park and the thought that went through my mind is, "Run, run as fast as you can little children, for time will catch you." It was a wtf moment. I found a used diaper, not Jake's, under the wardrobe in the room. It was a very symbolic moment of the magic fading to reality.
The toilet in the room was a horror. It took like five flushes to get it to work. It was bad. I think that Disney assumes that the pretty will make up for any faux pas. I got sick on the last day and had to stay in the room for most of the day. I also had a headache for three days that didn't leave. It was just a horrible experience. I started crying on the last night there. I even had to use my glasses cleaning cloth as a handkerchief. There was more that happened, but I don't feel like talking about it. Let's just say it is not the happiest place on earth.
Disneyland has changed since I was a child. It is cheaper, sleazier, and less fun. There were no characters walking around the parks. I had to wait in an hour line to get a cheap photo with three of the Princesses. One issue that I had was that I really wanted a picture with Belle, but Ally and Jake were next to her so I didn't even get the shot I wanted. You only have one picture with each of them. Ariel was the only nice one and the only one to stay in character.
The guy on the jungle cruise had a huge purple hickey on his neck that he didn't even try to hide. It was horrible. I only hope that the children didn't notice. We got trampled several times. People really need to learn some manners. The food was absolutely dreadful. The lines were insane. Poor Jake was scared of almost every ride, which meant that I went on It's a Small World like ten times. I swear all we did was wait in line and get stuck in crowds. I didn't even get to take any pictures that I wanted or go on the rides I wanted to go on.
It was so weird going there when everyone working there is about your age. There were some pretty cute guys, not that I did anything about it. The monorail only worked part of the time, so my legs are killing me. The bed had a groody blanket on it and felt like a pile of bricks with a sheet on it, which was horrid for me, who feels everything. There were some younger, like a year or two, people than me running through the park and the thought that went through my mind is, "Run, run as fast as you can little children, for time will catch you." It was a wtf moment. I found a used diaper, not Jake's, under the wardrobe in the room. It was a very symbolic moment of the magic fading to reality.
The toilet in the room was a horror. It took like five flushes to get it to work. It was bad. I think that Disney assumes that the pretty will make up for any faux pas. I got sick on the last day and had to stay in the room for most of the day. I also had a headache for three days that didn't leave. It was just a horrible experience. I started crying on the last night there. I even had to use my glasses cleaning cloth as a handkerchief. There was more that happened, but I don't feel like talking about it. Let's just say it is not the happiest place on earth.